Kinnporsche Novelas e Histórias

"How is this possible? How can it cost so much to repair a car?" Quincey zoomed in on the repair bill, carefully counting the zeros after the numbers. Selene couldn't believe it, either. She even suspected that the message wasn't from Pierce but from a scammer. Pierce's car was a Sweloria brand named Kronensieg. It was a bespoke sports car with only one in existence in the whole country. Most people wouldn't recognize it because it was so rare.

He didn’t know when it happened, but his lips moved on their own, whispering the name that had formed in his mind: “Porsche…”

Or… is she with Brian? My fists clenched tight on the wheels, which is why he never came to help me with the car setup. “Lamborghini Aventador SV1,” Knox scoffed. “They tried their best with a glow-up this time.” I turned to see what Brian was talking about, and their red-tinted glasses slid down in a flash. My breath stilled for a second. “Jasper?” Knox was also quiet, like he was trying to figure out his words.

He shook his head and looked away. Ever since Germany, he’d been exhibiting strange attitudes. He’d become colder than usual. She looked away from him and kept her eyes on the road. Suddenly a weird motion came from the car—as if it was being dragged back by the wind—that forced Charles to make a stop. Everyone was alarmed, but Charlie assured it must be the weather and nothing serious. She chose to ease her mind. It was a car from the country’s leading brand—Rafluxe… from GRM. Imperfection wasn’t known to them.

Immaculate. "Oh," Theo said softly, from somewhere behind me. "Oh, that's—" "Yeah," I said. I moved to the next one. Lifted the cover. A 1969 Porsche 911 S, the kind that looked like it had been designed by someone who understood that beauty and function were the same argument. My father's handwriting on the tag: *Bought in Stuttgart. Cried a little. Don't tell Audrey.* I laughed before I could stop it, wet around the edges.

"Mr. Kross doesn't ride them often, but he appreciates engineering." Adrian on a motorcycle? The image made my heart do a dangerous little flip. I shook my head to clear the thought and pointed toward a sleek dark-gray Porsche. "Let's take that one." "Excellent choice," Marcus said, opening the door for me. Twenty minutes later, the Porsche pulled up to the valet area of the city's most exclusive luxury shopping district. Nina was already waiting by the glass fountains. The second she saw me step out of the passenger seat, her jaw practically hit the pavement.

She said to herself finally. When she came down the panoramic glass elevator from her room, Kai was already waiting, watching her with a smile and as she stepped out, he gushed over how beautiful she looked and kissed her head. He stretched out his hand to take hers in it and she obliged. They walked to car they would be using and he opened the door for her, making sure she was comfortable in her seat before getting into the driver’s seat of his 1955 Mercedes Benz 300 SLR Uhlenhaut Coupe. Kai loved cars and he collected them. The limited ones, expensive ones, fancy ones, loud ones, comfortable ones, trendy ones. They zoomed off carrying a deafening roar with them as they drove.

Do I need to start making arrangements—'' He continues to speak until I decide to cut him off. ''Actually, I bought a car for Kenna and it's a Porsche. The one that you've been talking about lately . . . it's a Christmas present—I wanted something unusual and unexpected,'' I cut him off with a smile plastered on my face before leaning back on my seat, seeing Flynn nodding his head. ''You're making me a little bit jealous here, sir.'' He chuckles, placing the files on my desk.

Kenneth turned around and looked at me as if seeking validation. " You're this close to me sacking you," I said joining my thumb and index finger together and he widened his eyes in surprise. " But sir there's literally no space between both your fingers!" He panicked and I smirked. " Yes, there is, it's just as tiny as a thread that you can't see through those bottle-thick glasses of yours," I said and he gulped, started the car, and drove. In a few minutes, we arrived home and as Kenneth packed the car, I noticed a black Klade - Inferno one of my most recent models of our company car, and wondered who drove that here.

How she missed her! A rumble inside the lighthouse makes Kitty stir. Pulling the keys out of the sedan, she climbs behind the wheel of the SUV, retracts the chain, throwing it to the floor. The knife is placed on the seat next to him. He adjusts the chair to fit his height and tries the pedal with his foot. Nothing, it will do ... Turns the key in the ignition ...